I forgot to mention the morning we climbed around a waterfall. It was so fantastic. I was tired and hungover and climbing around these slippery stone steps that had metal bars to catch us if we fell and I just felt wonderful. My boots got soaked and thus my tights and my socks were wet the rest of the day, but I didn't care.

How can I miss a place so much that I was only in for a week? I think I more miss the state of being, drunk and happy and meeting new people and writing.